Stench Of High Heaven - Immolation

Father in Heaven, a desolate kingdom 
His paradise, his promise, a faded flame extinguished by the dark 
Lifetimes of devotion...eternities of nothing 
The place for which you long, eludes and embitters 

In the hands of fools and liars...trade your lives for grace 
Your souls are weak and empty, now kiss his throne of sorrow 
From crooked tongues...takes of pristine glory 

Consumed by flames it burns, the fall of the holy kingdom 

So high... 
Absurd... 
Sickening...is the stench of high heaven 

Through the clouds 
Through the lies 
You'll never see what's never been 
At the passing of life and the coming of death 
Pass not through it's gates, but into the dark 

No light... 
No love... 
No glory... 
No heaven... 

Fallen has the king...fallen has the kingdom 
Fall into uplifted arms below 
The stench of heaven...lingers above 
Sour is the air 
But soon the air will clear